Look Who's Back

Let us envision Death as someone we know,
Who's simply returned to town. We've seen
What he does. We've looked at his face as he
Gently led off our various relatives to, what
Did he call it?, peace. A decent guy, a luckless
Cousin, who's always where no one would
Want to be, he picks up the guts of the family's
Suicides, says to the ones whose minds are
Gone (who, nevertheless, remember his name)
That it's time to leave, and they take his arm.
It's somewhat disturbing to see him here.
You or me, who will he visit? Where do you
Think that he'd have us go? What does it
Matter? I'm tired, old friend. If he comes
To you, send him to me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-15 at 14:12

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